as this could not long continue to be published.  Before the third number the Felon saw the light, a warrant for Mr. Martin’s arrest was in the hands of the detectives, and its fifth was its last.  On Saturday, July 8th, Mr. Martin surrendered himself into custody, having kept out of the way for a few days to prevent his being tried, under the “gagging act,” at the Commission sitting when the warrant was issued, and which adjourned until August—­the time fixed for the insurrection—­in the interim.  On the same day, Duffy, Williams, and O’Doherty were arrested.  Martin was imprisoned in Newgate, but he continued to write from within his cell for the Felon, and its last number, published on July 22nd, contains a spirited letter signed with his initials, which formed portion of the indictment against him on his trial.  In this letter, Martin calls on his countrymen in impassioned words to “stand to their arms!” “Let them menace you,” he writes from his dungeon, “with the hulks or the gibbet for daring to speak or write your love to Ireland.  Let them threaten to mow you down with grape shot, as they massacred your kindred with famine and plague.  Spurn their brutal ’Acts of Parliament’—­trample upon their lying proclamations—­fear them not!”

On Tuesday, August 15th, John Martin’s trial commenced in Green-street court-house, the indictment being for treason-felony.  “Several of his tenantry,” writes the Special Correspondent of the London Morning Herald, “came up to town to be present at his trial, and, as they hoped, at his escape, for they could not bring themselves to believe that a man so amiable, so gentle, and so pious, as they had long known him, could be”—­this is the Englishman’s way of putting it—­“an inciter to bloodshed.  It is really melancholy,” added the writer, “to hear the poor people of the neighbourhood of Loughorne speak of their benefactor.  He was ever ready to administer medicine and advice gratuitously to his poor neighbours and all who sought his assistance; and according to the reports I have received, he did an incalculable amount of good in his way.  As a landlord he was beloved by his tenantry for his kindness and liberality, while from his suavity of manner and excellent qualities, he was a great favourite with the gentry around him.”

At eight o’clock, p.m., on Thursday, August 17th, the jury came into court with a verdict of guilty against the prisoner, recommending him to mercy on the grounds that the letter on which he was convicted was written from the prison, and penned under exciting circumstances.  On the following day, Mr. Martin was brought up to receive sentence, and asked—­after the usual form—­whether he had anything to say against the sentence being pronounced?  The papers of the time state that he appeared perfectly unmoved by the painful position in which he was placed—­that he looked round the courthouse in a calm, composed, dignified manner, and then spoke the following reply in clear unfaltering tones:—­